Word: smelling
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...final rush through the grounds by Diem's once faithful soldiers. As the battle subsided, I caught the first glimpse of a white flag waving tentatively from a first-floor palace window. In a minute or so the air was filled with silence-and with the awful smell of burned powder and oil and tank drivers' bodies. At first cautiously, then freely, the rebels began to stand up; a chorus of cheers welled up from the thousands in nearby streets. Western-style, they fired their guns into the air and rushed toward the battered fortress. In the next...
...want to talk to you." He continued, "I'm getting out of here to get rid of the stench of Miss Cheshire." While about 30 people looked on, Sinatra moved across the lobby, addressing a passerby: "You know Miss Cheshire, don't you? That stench you smell is from her." His face reddening, he shouted at Mrs. Cheshire, "You're nothing but a $2 broad. . . Here's $2, baby, that's what you're used to." With that, he stuffed two dollar bills into Mrs. Cheshire's empty ginger-ale glass and marched...
...first there was only the smell of smoke. Robert Bemish, 43, a San Francisco broadcasting executive, opened the door of his eighth-floor room at New Orleans' Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge to investigate, and noticed "light bulbs popping all over the place" from the heat. He was standing facing the motel's swimming pool when a black youth with a rifle jumped out from some bushes, stared at him for a full second, took aim and fired. Shot through his midsection, Bemish fell into the pool. He pretended to be dead, his air-filled trench coat...
WHEN THE SUN has almost set behind the bus I begin to smell something burning not a cigarette smell, and I turn in my seat to look toward the college students in the back. It smells like grass, but there's nothing going on, and nobody else seems to notice Maybe it's the smoke from some factory. There are whole cities, each with its own strange smell in this country, and may be we're passing one out there in the darkness...
Since Paul's been sitting in the back of the bus. I tell him about the smell awhile back. "Yeah," he says, not embarrassed, smiling. "I was smoking in the rest room on the bus. When I came out everyone asked me if I had some more, but that was all I had. "I've seen rednecks brown-bagging in the back seat before, but never any dope on a bus. I wonder: did Mrs. Ellis Smell it. Does she even know what it smells like? "For a while in Ann Arbor the penalty for dope was a $5 fine...